An unusual crowd appeared.
A slow scanning of the blurred faces and then stop! A vision of beauty so clear, leaving an
instant photograph in my mind. You turned
away without a thought, unknowing you had attracted my attention. I meander
through the ever increasing crowd, quickly scanning once more. I see the back of your hat, sporting what
could be your team, with your blond hair peeking out from underneath. I quicken my pace as you have stopped to
talk. Is this man your husband?
I decide that I need to speak to you. I have to act on this feeling inside, a
feeling I’ve not experienced before. Not
sure what it is or why it is there but something deep down in my soul is
telling me that this is right. Am I crazy
for believing? Have I watched too many 1950’s movies? I’m now living my
own.
The girl moves on. The
heat is pouring from the sun. She
decides to embrace it and place her sunglasses on her now perfect face. I’ve now began to walk quicker, quicker in
the hope I can catch her. What will I do
when I do catch her? The process begins
to unravel in my head and I begin to have the self doubt that has haunted me in
previous relationships. My quick steps
become slower with every thought. The
realisation that this never happens outside of the movie theatres, suddenly hit
me.
She paused. Turned
around and began to walk straight towards me.
I froze. I wanted to move but I couldn’t. Our paths were now the stage and the lights
were firmly fixed on us. The crowd
slowly parted. The path now clear, her eyes fixed on me and my eyes fixed on
her. This was the moment. This was our moment. The moment the MGM movie became real. My throat was dry. She smiled.
I smiled back. A simple ‘Hi’ told
me everything I needed to know.
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